Written By Jyri
Dec. 14, 2018, 12:43 p.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
I met with Marquis Hadrian Mazetti, a great man working for a good cause. A cause I have now also joined - the Arvum Refugee Relief Group. (I wonder if they like to call it ARRG?)
Either or, it's what I wanted to do for a long time but I realised I'd be better off joining an actual organisation focused on it, where my help gets to best use. I got some goals to work towards there already, apart from meeting and greeting refugees and helping out with practical things.
Either or, it's what I wanted to do for a long time but I realised I'd be better off joining an actual organisation focused on it, where my help gets to best use. I got some goals to work towards there already, apart from meeting and greeting refugees and helping out with practical things.
Written By Evaristo
Dec. 14, 2018, 12:38 p.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
Fairly laid back week. In fact, I don't think I did much of anything, which is just how I like it.
Great dinner on the Tasty Terrapine - that ship has a great captain and a great crew. And that soup!
If I didn't like captain Valenzo, I'd have try to nab that cook right under his nose, but that'd be one bad move on my part. I figure I will just try to get myself invited over for more dinners instead.
Still reeling a bit over being an uncle. In the best of ways.
Great dinner on the Tasty Terrapine - that ship has a great captain and a great crew. And that soup!
If I didn't like captain Valenzo, I'd have try to nab that cook right under his nose, but that'd be one bad move on my part. I figure I will just try to get myself invited over for more dinners instead.
Still reeling a bit over being an uncle. In the best of ways.
Written By Delilah
Dec. 14, 2018, 12:01 p.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
Today has been a delight of such brilliant minds! How I am delighted to find myself in the midst of intellectual rapport between a Seraceni, a Telmar, a Grayson, and myself. For a good while, we had a Gilden and a Bisland to set off a whirlwind of amusements and reflections on the nature of Arvian culture. This is the Compact at its finest.
Written By Kedehern
Dec. 14, 2018, 9:38 a.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
My arrival in Arx happened mostly without incident. I still need to stop by and drop in on Cristoph to make my respects, but I hope to do that soon.
Written By Vincenzo
Dec. 14, 2018, 9:17 a.m.(3/4/1010 AR)
I do not think I have stopped for a moment since I came to Arx. It is almost as if everything in my life simply stopped for ten years and then within the space of three weeks I've crammed in the activity of that missing decade. I have spoken to family for the first time since Carlotta made her decision. I have begun to work towards finding out the truth of things (ooooh, how vague, I know.) and I have sewn my fingers near to the bone. Thanks be to the gods that I was able to find a few seamstresses and a hemsman at the Shrine of Jayus looking for work. Every time I lay out new pieces it seems they are gone in seconds. I have never seen an appetite for clothes quite like it. Even in Setarco, the city of Silk itself.
Not to say there aren't downsides. So far they have come no where near the benefits, however.
I should send a letter back to Esme.
Not to say there aren't downsides. So far they have come no where near the benefits, however.
I should send a letter back to Esme.
Written By Orathy
Dec. 14, 2018, 4:32 a.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
**drunken writing**
{?Aight bishes! I be comin outta retirement. Aye, ya bet yer arses that shit gunna be stirred. Ain't ever forget dem who done me wrong.
{?Aight bishes! I be comin outta retirement. Aye, ya bet yer arses that shit gunna be stirred. Ain't ever forget dem who done me wrong.
Written By Violet
Dec. 14, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
I have not been keeping up on my journals nearly enough. But I attribute that to being under the weather and consumed with my duties. Consumed. A funny word with so many potential meanings and inflections. Lately I have been dealing with a horrible hunger. I've sought the help of my medics, as well as other counsel. Nightmares have come with it. Unpleasant and leaving me waking in cold sweats as often as not. Sometimes I thrash, sometimes I scream, but I am thankful to have Thorley there to calm them.
I've sought the solace of prayer at the Shrines and meditation at the Stone Grove. I am lucky in that I have the means and ability to seak many answers to my problems. Through the years I have become something I never would have expected. Leading the Blades? A surprise, yes, but one of us would have been chosen when Lord Tobias retired or died. I feel like he made a good choice. The Blades may have been hit hard, like many, from the Lodge attacks. But we will persevere as we ever do.
The new Chapter House in Cascade Springs is amazing. There was a lot of silver and resources put into it. I hear that some of the people who have been there are calling it the Penthouse. I suppose having an attached bathing house is a luxury, but in the cold of the North should be teaching the current crew why it is not so much. Hah! My last inspection it was almost done. Harlex has given wonderful reviews and I look forward to visiting it once the Winter has abated and this taint is gone from me.
Once Winter is past I expect new contracts to be coming in. Thankfully right now is a good time for training. Even if there are complaints about the snow. We have to be ready to fight and deal with all kinds of weather. So of course I'm going to take advantage of it. Besides. This is mild. Wait till they get stationed at the 'Penthouse'.
I've sought the solace of prayer at the Shrines and meditation at the Stone Grove. I am lucky in that I have the means and ability to seak many answers to my problems. Through the years I have become something I never would have expected. Leading the Blades? A surprise, yes, but one of us would have been chosen when Lord Tobias retired or died. I feel like he made a good choice. The Blades may have been hit hard, like many, from the Lodge attacks. But we will persevere as we ever do.
The new Chapter House in Cascade Springs is amazing. There was a lot of silver and resources put into it. I hear that some of the people who have been there are calling it the Penthouse. I suppose having an attached bathing house is a luxury, but in the cold of the North should be teaching the current crew why it is not so much. Hah! My last inspection it was almost done. Harlex has given wonderful reviews and I look forward to visiting it once the Winter has abated and this taint is gone from me.
Once Winter is past I expect new contracts to be coming in. Thankfully right now is a good time for training. Even if there are complaints about the snow. We have to be ready to fight and deal with all kinds of weather. So of course I'm going to take advantage of it. Besides. This is mild. Wait till they get stationed at the 'Penthouse'.
Written By Juniper
Dec. 13, 2018, 11:53 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
Happy birthday to me! Another year older and still a Whisper!
Sorry, Marquessa.
Sorry, Marquessa.
Written By Perronne
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:47 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
I had an interesting and pleasant conversation at the Traders' Tavern this evening. I met a mercenary named Ajax, and saw a very nice person named Acacia again. The conversation turned to various places, as it tends to, but I was reminded of an event that happened several months ago. I think I wrote about it at the time - there was a weird mass almost-kidnapping. It was interesting!
I wonder if anyone ever found out who those people were or where they came from? Or where they got their buckets and buckets of money. I think that would be an interesting question to ask! Maybe I should. Or answer it myself, I guess.
I wonder if anyone ever found out who those people were or where they came from? Or where they got their buckets and buckets of money. I think that would be an interesting question to ask! Maybe I should. Or answer it myself, I guess.
Written By Meriah
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:22 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
Various methods of wound treatment:
Vinegar helps in preventing infection.
Mint is also used in treating venom and wounds.
Myrrh, yarrow, or achillea can as well treat headaches and wounds, especially battle wounds.
Its important to remember that what nature has given us.
All one needs for good medicine is right before your eyes. Or eye (in my own case).
Vinegar helps in preventing infection.
Mint is also used in treating venom and wounds.
Myrrh, yarrow, or achillea can as well treat headaches and wounds, especially battle wounds.
Its important to remember that what nature has given us.
All one needs for good medicine is right before your eyes. Or eye (in my own case).
Written By Meriah
Dec. 13, 2018, 9:19 p.m.(3/3/1010 AR)
In the event of a stomach ache this physician recommends wormwood, mint, and balm.
Though if the problems persist please visit a local healer and have your diet examined.
Though if the problems persist please visit a local healer and have your diet examined.
Written By Sabine
Dec. 13, 2018, 4:26 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Karadoc
One month does not a legacy make but it has been an acceptable start. Perhaps when months become years, acceptable will become exceptional.
Written By Venturo
Dec. 13, 2018, 4:20 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Berenice
It's my pleasure to have the Princess Berenice co-hosting the First Annual Raconteur Cup Horse Races upon the beaches of Arx come this spring. It should be an exciting time, with a touch of the entertainment the Kismet Carnivals across Arvum will spread in the future. It is also a chance for riders to not only show off their skill and expertise, but to win a hefty purse at that, so thoughtfully sponsored by House Velenosa.
If there are any interested riders out there, or those who wish to demonstrate their social prowess as a promoter of one of the riders? Do send a messenger our way.
If there are any interested riders out there, or those who wish to demonstrate their social prowess as a promoter of one of the riders? Do send a messenger our way.
Written By Venturo
Dec. 13, 2018, 4:18 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Amari
Having had a chance to meet Barf in person while speaking with the Keatons, I can attest that he is endearing in his own way. I do believe that way may often involve holding onto ones leg with his quite massive teeth, however.
Written By Gaston
Dec. 13, 2018, 2:40 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Teagan
I'm thrilled to see what meets the exacting standards of my sister when it comes to romance novels. She's a true literati, that one, so...
Steamy bodice-rippers? Epic sagas? Collections of crude limericks? Let's see it, Tea!
(...Now that the Library's been renovated, I'm sure I'll find all three, especially the last in great abundance knowing /my/ bloody family. Love you all!!)
Steamy bodice-rippers? Epic sagas? Collections of crude limericks? Let's see it, Tea!
(...Now that the Library's been renovated, I'm sure I'll find all three, especially the last in great abundance knowing /my/ bloody family. Love you all!!)
Written By Gaston
Dec. 13, 2018, 2:17 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Harlex
Captain Harlex's words in the Whites have given me cause for reflection, as a fellow leader of men and women.
Do I love my soldiers and rangers the way I should?
They who owe their fealty and have sworn their blades to Blackram are a stubborn lot; they come from families of unpolished goatherders, rough-and-tumble miner folk, and those who thought they'd find a hard-won freedom in the Stoneburner Hills -- and succeeded, I like to think.
They stride as tall and wide as any of us who actually carry the family name.
They hit their stone-hard heads on doorframes, same as I.
The furniture and dishware wherever they visit probably feel made for children.
Horses of any but the largest, strongest breeds take one look at us, lay their ears back, and bare their teeth.
(...the world of men was not made for giants, I'm afraid.)
Do I love them, as they deserve? They lay down their lives for me, am I showing them how much I value that? My own cousin Gaspard serves among them, but do I treat the rest of them like family?
I certainly love our home, I've wandered it my whole life, and my personal journals are filled with notes and rough sketches of every tree and leaf, every hawk and wolf and elk, I'm sure twice over.
I must spend more time among those who deserve it most, they who lay down their lives for my House, and make sure I am showing them the same devotion.
Thank you, Captain Harlex, for sharing your philosophy...it's given me much to chew on.
Do I love my soldiers and rangers the way I should?
They who owe their fealty and have sworn their blades to Blackram are a stubborn lot; they come from families of unpolished goatherders, rough-and-tumble miner folk, and those who thought they'd find a hard-won freedom in the Stoneburner Hills -- and succeeded, I like to think.
They stride as tall and wide as any of us who actually carry the family name.
They hit their stone-hard heads on doorframes, same as I.
The furniture and dishware wherever they visit probably feel made for children.
Horses of any but the largest, strongest breeds take one look at us, lay their ears back, and bare their teeth.
(...the world of men was not made for giants, I'm afraid.)
Do I love them, as they deserve? They lay down their lives for me, am I showing them how much I value that? My own cousin Gaspard serves among them, but do I treat the rest of them like family?
I certainly love our home, I've wandered it my whole life, and my personal journals are filled with notes and rough sketches of every tree and leaf, every hawk and wolf and elk, I'm sure twice over.
I must spend more time among those who deserve it most, they who lay down their lives for my House, and make sure I am showing them the same devotion.
Thank you, Captain Harlex, for sharing your philosophy...it's given me much to chew on.
Written By Gilroy
Dec. 13, 2018, 1:52 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Renata
I'll never understand people who say 'I cannot lie'.
Of course you can.
You just did.
Of course you can.
You just did.
Written By Valenzo
Dec. 13, 2018, 1:02 p.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
Don't know that I can say I have ever been a godly man, but ahhh Mangata...if I were the poetic sort, I'd be Waxing Poetical /so hard/ right now.
(Maybe I'll have to ask Dietrich, big man tries to hide it but he's got a lyrical soul, the lump. Don't ever ask him to sing about his gods-damned soup.)
It's fact She's seen me and my crew home more times than I can count, so I figured it was high time I honor Her with a bit o' something on my person, and who better for a bit o' something than Guildmaster Joscelin?
Guildmaster, your Generosity and Kindness shine bright as your gems, and I got everything I hoped for! You are the best.
(...now, hopefully, Mangata will take that much longer to decide to pull me down for a little squeeze and a kiss!)
(Maybe I'll have to ask Dietrich, big man tries to hide it but he's got a lyrical soul, the lump. Don't ever ask him to sing about his gods-damned soup.)
It's fact She's seen me and my crew home more times than I can count, so I figured it was high time I honor Her with a bit o' something on my person, and who better for a bit o' something than Guildmaster Joscelin?
Guildmaster, your Generosity and Kindness shine bright as your gems, and I got everything I hoped for! You are the best.
(...now, hopefully, Mangata will take that much longer to decide to pull me down for a little squeeze and a kiss!)
Written By Vanora
Dec. 13, 2018, 11:59 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
Relationship Note on Renata
To a stranger who is beloved by my family and thus surely by me as well.
Welcome to the City of Arx. It is different from Setarco in so very many ways, and can be overwhelming.
Lean on your kin to get you through the confusing times. Such as myself perhaps, for I would dearly love to meet one my cousin holds in such esteem.
Welcome to the City of Arx. It is different from Setarco in so very many ways, and can be overwhelming.
Lean on your kin to get you through the confusing times. Such as myself perhaps, for I would dearly love to meet one my cousin holds in such esteem.
Written By Naka
Dec. 13, 2018, 11:24 a.m.(3/2/1010 AR)
A friend of mine and I have been growing distant, bit by bit, for some time now. To other eyes, it probably seems that we are not friends at all. And perhaps that's just truth at this point. There was actually only one more real conversation to truly have, and I suppose that neither of us wanted to have it.
When I was growing up, and even into more recent years, my parents were great travelers. Not explorers, mind you. The preference was always for things not necessarily familiar, but where familiar things might nonetheless exist, if you know what I mean. Sleeping rough was never part of the plan. So, our branch of the family shuttled occasionally between various properties and the main holding at Artshall, and I was familiar with many of the features there. In this case, I am thinking of the nursery.
I was somewhat older than nursery age by then, and so were my cousins, so the room stood empty of persons when I visited there one day. It was filled still, though, with the familiar things I could remember, waiting for further use at later dates and times. In one corner was an old set of wooden building blocks, worn with teeth marks as well as typical usage, and I began to use those to build. A tower, a set of bridges, and on and on, for a significant portion of that afternoon, I would build. It was fun to me, and, I should also mention so as to dispel any notion of modesty on my part, the highest use those blocks had likely ever been put to use for, in terms of style and height of architecture. My competitors for this high honor were those for whom the doorknob was a significant obstacle, after all. In any case, the time in building became a happy memory for me which I recall fondly to this day. But they were still just blocks. I shared that moment, that 'accomplishment' if you will, with no one up until this day, and, at the end of the afternoon, I walked out of the nursery and continued my life.
There is a clear and a harsh parallel, here, with the friendship I began speaking of first. Not all relationships grow, and change, and survive. Sometimes you just stop building and walk away.
It's a big world out there, but I think we're both ready for it now. Farewell.
When I was growing up, and even into more recent years, my parents were great travelers. Not explorers, mind you. The preference was always for things not necessarily familiar, but where familiar things might nonetheless exist, if you know what I mean. Sleeping rough was never part of the plan. So, our branch of the family shuttled occasionally between various properties and the main holding at Artshall, and I was familiar with many of the features there. In this case, I am thinking of the nursery.
I was somewhat older than nursery age by then, and so were my cousins, so the room stood empty of persons when I visited there one day. It was filled still, though, with the familiar things I could remember, waiting for further use at later dates and times. In one corner was an old set of wooden building blocks, worn with teeth marks as well as typical usage, and I began to use those to build. A tower, a set of bridges, and on and on, for a significant portion of that afternoon, I would build. It was fun to me, and, I should also mention so as to dispel any notion of modesty on my part, the highest use those blocks had likely ever been put to use for, in terms of style and height of architecture. My competitors for this high honor were those for whom the doorknob was a significant obstacle, after all. In any case, the time in building became a happy memory for me which I recall fondly to this day. But they were still just blocks. I shared that moment, that 'accomplishment' if you will, with no one up until this day, and, at the end of the afternoon, I walked out of the nursery and continued my life.
There is a clear and a harsh parallel, here, with the friendship I began speaking of first. Not all relationships grow, and change, and survive. Sometimes you just stop building and walk away.
It's a big world out there, but I think we're both ready for it now. Farewell.
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